She takes a deep breath and spreads the stolen blueprints over the counter before carefully flipping to the page in her notebook listing suspect names. Briefly, she explains why she chose those names, before turning to the blueprints. “I spent last night wondering how the murderer avoided the ship’s security cameras to dump the body where Seokga would find it,” she says. “I couldn’t make sense of it. Teleportation was a possibility, but no creature with claws—to my knowledge—also possesses that capability. It’s reserved for deities. I thought—perhaps—the camera avoidance was instead a mundane feat, achieved without magic. And the only way I thought that could happen was, well…” She hesitates, suddenly aware of how ridiculous this might sound. Seokga’s eyes meet hers, and his gaze is somehow reassuring. “Hidden passageways,” Kisa finishes, quickly looking away. “It sounds ludicrous but some ships have them, for the workers to move about more quickly. Like the I-95, but spanning across the boat. So I stole down to the security room to grab some blueprints, just to see if it might be a true possibility. Shin Korain was there.”

Somi makes a thoughtful noise, tapping his scribbled name with a glossy nail. “He’s a haetae.”

“And he was at the party last night. He and Hwanin had a brief altercation while you and Seokga were…”

“Beating each other to a pulp,” the gumiho concludes.

Seokga rolls his eyes. Hwanin giggles up at him.

“Right. Well—Korain took a phone call on his personal cell.” She hesitates, something niggling at her. Something that explains why a simple phone call is bothering her so much. “None of us have phones. None of the crew, I mean. Everybody we’re allowed to contact is already on the ship.”

“So how does Korain have a phone?” Hajun murmurs. “Who was he talking to?”

Kisa quickly explains the conversation. “I couldn’t hear who was on the other end. But he was so furtive about it, that I found it of interest. Last night, I had thought…” She huffs in weary frustration. “We have so little to go on, so few clues, and I know that hypotheses need some sort of solid observational foundation at the very least—but, well, I’ve never done this before and couldn’t think—I thought maybe—or if it’s too soon and it’s better to go in blind, I—”

“Kisa,” Seokga says kindly, “it’s all right. Tell us your idea.”